Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.